Harlock
I should have expected that really
18
Somewhere in Minbari Space.
“Standby on all systems. Comms?”
“Ready Captain.”
“Sensors?”
“Yes Ma'am.”
“Electronic Warfare?”
“Ready Captain.”
“Air wing?”
“Green.”
“Weapons?”
“On hot standby.”
“Very well.” The unshakeable Captain Kaveri Varma took a pocket watch from her uniform and poised her finger over the button to begin the countdown. She waited until the hands inched toward the top of the face, the watch appearing old but powered by an energy cell with a life of eight hundred years. It was scratched and dented, an object that had served her well over the years, through hard times and good without fail. She would be relying on it again today, the next few minutes would hang on perfect timing.
“Initiate jump.”
The immense frame of the EAS DeSoto made the switch from hyperspace back to realspace, the Captain tilting slightly on her heels to counter the sudden surge of acceleration not quite caught by the inertial compensators. The Explorer vessel she commanded had a rotating central core simulating gravity but it still had problems with sudden changes in speed or direction. Fortunately the Explorer class was so huge sudden changes of any type were all somewhat relative.
“Jump successful, confirm location three AU from Minbari Colony.” Her helmsman informed.
“Electronic Warfare suite at full capacity, we are jamming communications across the system.”
“Maintain an offensive posture.” Captain Varma approved. “Deploy Alpha and Bravo squadrons.”
“On the way.”
“Captain, three Minbari warships on scopes.” A sharp warning crossed the command deck. “Heavy frigates, Torotha class.”
“Time to intercept?”
“Six minutes.”
“Enemy fighters?”
“None launching yet, but the colony almost certainly has some.”
So far all was going to plan, the DeSoto had arrived in the system a considerable distance from the Minbari colony world in the safety of open space. While a massive vessel with respectable armament the Explorer was no match for a true warship, let alone three.
“Sensors? Update?”
“I have a basic map of all relevent locations, working on resolution.”
“Do we have enough for phase two of the operation?”
“Yes Captain, relaying information.”
“Communications, my compliments to Captains Sheridan and McGee, begin jump sequence.”
Captain Varma was an Explorer but that did not mean she did not know how to fight, indeed she viewed the mechanics of war with cool dispassion understanding well the strengths and limitations of the pieces under her hand. Her flagship was an incredible instrument of science and discovery but it was not a warship, in stand up combat its capabilities were limited. However that did not make the ship useless, it carried the most powerful sensor array in known space, the great panels on the forward hull able to channel more raw power than even Minbari arrays. It hadn't been enough to beat Minbari stealth but it was enough to effectively blind enemy long range sensors and communications.
The great ship also had the tools of its regular trade, mapping technology with the ability to quickly survey a star system and identify unusual structures and energy sources. While these instruments were designed for seeking out lost civilisations and valuable minerals they served just as well to identify critical targets and high value enemy locations to be destroyed.
The DeSoto would not engage such targets directly of course, it's airwing could handle some of the requirements but her main job was to be the director of this particular performance. The main players were eminently better suited to the butchery of war.
A jump point formed near the Minbari frigates perfectly placed to flank them, the coordinates provided by the Explorer ship. From the vortex emerged a pair of ugly grey warships, Earth Force destroyers already opening fire again thanks to precise information relayed by the DeSoto. Red beams bit deep into the sides of the frigates before the vortex even closed, the destroyers dwarfing the smaller Minbari ships and hitting them hard without restraint or mercy.
The Torotha frigates were surprisingly durable for their size, with the benefits of stealth the battle may have been very different, but at close range and with Earth able to cleanly target the smaller ships the contest did not last long. All three vessels were overwhelmed by the Earth Force capital ships in short order and left as shattered hulks in their wake.
“Opposition defeated Captain.”
“Any other defenders?” Varma asked.
“Negative, there are berths for cruiser class ships orbiting the planet but no sign of them.”
“Our reports indicated the Minbari were stripping their home defences of warships to fill out the front lines. It appears intelligence was correct for a change.”
It was unlucky for the Minbari but suited her mission as a raider. With the rear echelons and colonies vulnerable Varma and her colleagues could wreak whatever havoc she saw fit.
“Have the Destroyers engage primary targets in orbit. Our air wing will destroy the mining stations and refineries out here.”
The orders were already prepared, the plans drafted. With a single confirmation the two attached fighter squadrons peeled away and accelerated for their targets. At the head of the formation was Jeffrey Sinclair opening up the throttles to his brand new Starfury, the aircraft still carrying the scent of fresh polymers and new paint. Up ahead was a loose asteroid field with a few dotted lights within representing Minbari industrial targets, some sort of mining operation sending materials to the war effort. Easy pickings.
After the Line Sinclair's squadron had been stood down as combat ineffective, its pilots either dead or injured. Rather than wait for the unit to be rebuilt with suitable candidates Sinclair had volunteered to lead a composite squadron of similar survivors hastily thrown together and deployed to bulk up the striking power of the raiding forces. Under his direction the veterans had cemented together pretty quickly, the ad hoc unit adopting the name 'Scraps' as a dark joke about them being the last scraps of several elite air wings.
It wasn't the same, but he needed to get back out there, back into the fight. The war was hanging in the balance with Earth and her allies hitting back and Sinclair needed to be there one way or another to lend his strength.
“Alpha Squadron, break left and engage structures on the main asteroid.” Sinclair directed. “Bravo Squadron break right and go for the extractors.”
The Starfuries split in perfect unison, the cluster of craft pairing up and sweeping in to savage the Minbari infrastructure. The extractors were easy targets, automated drilling and boring machines that sat on the surface of mineral rich asteroids and drew useful materials from within them. With no defences or protection Bravo squadron swept overhead and fired down with their pulse cannons detonating them one after another.
The refineries assigned to Alpha squadron were more difficult, a pair of large buildings with cavernous hangar bays that received raw materials and turned them into the various alloys needed for warship construction. While most Minbari ships had a hull of synthetic crystal their internal structure was usually a more traditional and durable metal.
This time the fighters came in close at a slow speed cutting engines and rotating to face the buildings as they coasted past. These buildings were also mostly automated but a line of windows indicated there was at least some crew aboard overseeing operations. They would be Worker Caste and while Earth was trying to avoid civilian casualties the mission had to be completed.
Sinclair's squadron engaged, blasts of fire erupting in chains across the refineries as they fired pulse cannons on full auto punching through the skin of the buildings and ripping the insides apart. They weren't built to endure such an attack and quickly crumbled spilling debris and wreckage out into cold space.
“All fighters regroup and return to base.” Sinclair ordered. “Dock as soon as we return.”
*
“Enemy warships destroyed.” Lieutenant Commander James called across the command deck of the Andromeda. “Fleet command has cleared us to engage any valid targets in orbit.”
“Acknowledge the signal, then bring us about.” Sheridan set his sights on the next phase of the attack keenly aware of his commanding officer's distant eyes resting on him. “Let's make this quick and clean.”
The Omega class warship adjusted direction and turned in toward the planet, engines flickering as she pushed herself onto the new course. There wasn't much of interest on the planet itself, just a few fairly minor cities and some locations of religious importance according to a Centauri survey. The only items of value were in orbit, a collection and transfer station for the mining operations alongside a couple of dozen freighters half way through loading.
“I have fighters moving up from the planet, two squadrons.” James relayed. “They're moving slowly, we don't have the design on record.”
“A new type of fighter?”
“I'd say an old one, obsolete by even League standards.”
Sheridan checked the sensor data, the incoming fighters having the same tri-wing design common to all Minbari craft but they were far more sluggish and laboured their way into orbit.
“Shall I launch fighters to intercept Captain?”
“Negative, let the interceptors handle them.” Sheridan ordered. “Stay on target, we'll engage the freighters as we pass and then cut apart the station.”
Earth Force had decided it was going to fight this war based on the rules Branmer had used to prove that they were not the underhanded monsters many Minbari seemed to believe. As the Minbari had only engaged military targets and infrastructure dedicated to the war effort so too would Earth. It was an easy directive to give but somewhat harder to execute.
Over the planet there was a cluster of civilian ships, a large number were bulk freighters carrying raw materials for warship construction but scattered among them were passenger ships, food transports and private yachts. Even more difficult was the station which had sections set aside for mined materials and other sections used for passenger ships and shuttle transit from the surface. The Andromeda had to place her shots very carefully to avoid any pure civilian casualties, the last thing the EA wanted was to space a bunch of school children on a day trip.
“Secondary gun batteries ready.” His First Officer reported calmly. David James was a new transfer into Sheridan's command but so far had proven highly focused and capable. “Targets locked, ready to fire.”
“Commence firing.” Sheridan put his trust in the gunnery crews and let them do their job. The smaller flank gun turrets began to engage, a mix of beam and pulse shots depending on the specific target. The Arethusa under McGee followed Sheridans example and began picking off its own targets, Minbari freighters breaking up and detonating under the multiple attacks.
The shots were well placed, in some cases crossing within a few yards of passenger liners before striking the Ore haulers and tankers. Their targets had no defences, after all who would ever be able to attack so deep within Minbari space? By that same logic the incoming fighters had never been updated to more modern designs, nor had their pilots received any serious training. They were Workers, not Warriors, and it showed. Never the less they attacked bravely, if futilely.
“Switch secondary weapons to interception mode.” Sheridan ordered.
“Ready.”
“Fire.”
The incoming fighters were too slow and too bunched together, against the sudden storm of precisely aimed pulses they had no chance. A better trained unit might have evaded but not these courageous but hopelessly outmatched pilots.
“Captain, transmission from flagship, its an analysis of the space station.”
“Patch it through.”
The data was sent to the small screen beside his chair, a very simple sensor model of the Minbari station with the different sections assigned a different colour. The superior sensors of the DeSoto had been able to find which parts were used for storage and materials and which were for passengers and habitation. All Sheridan had to do was hit the cargo sections and ignore the rest. Again it sounded easy in practice, but hitting an exact target and avoiding collateral damage while also cruising past at tens of kilometres per second using a twenty metre calibre heavy laser cannon was an incredible test of both his ship and crew.
“Main guns online, fixing target.” James read off the reports swiftly, the sensor displays showing a slightly dramatic crosshair forming over part of the station.
“Fire when ready.”
The crew did not disappoint, the red beams precise and surgical despite the scale of the weapons they were using. The red beams cut deep into key structural elements melting through supports which had held the station together for centuries. With as much care as several million tons of fast moving warship could manage the Andromeda cut apart the station and split the cargo and passenger sections away from each other, the two parts of the station tumbling away. The grey vessel raced past, her aft guns slicing deeper into the cargo containment bays to hasten it's demise and push it further away from the pure civilian areas.
Both parts of the station began to loose orbit though it would take days for them to descend enough to break up in the atmosphere. Earth Force didn't have that sort of time so it was left to the Arethusa to tidy up, a hail of full powered pulse cannon shots blasting the cargo bays once they were safely clear of the passenger docks.
It had been as clean and precise as the President had directed thanks mainly to the excellent crews aboard the human vessels. With the Minbari navy gutted and rebuilding almost from scratch it wasn't just quantity humanity had on its side but increasingly quality too. Now it wasn't just tactics and strategy but also individual performance, something the warrior caste had been able to at least keep a grip on before the Line.
“Operation complete.” Captain Varma checked her watch, four minutes thirty eight seconds. “Begin jump, make sure we are long gone off the beacon before any patrols respond.”
Her destroyer escorts could handle most any patrol the Minbari had in real space, but if they ran into a force in hyperspace riding the beacon in while she was riding it out things could get very unpleasant. As Earth had tried to use hyperspace to even the odds at the start of the war now the Minbari could do the same.
The two destroyers made their jump closer to the planet, the DeSoto leaving from further away and linking up at the beacon. Both Andromeda and Arethusa fell into flanking positions guarding the flagship, the three ships representing the cutting edge of Earth Force. Impressive as they were compared to the fleet of just a few years ago they were already about to become outdated themselves thanks to Centauri artificial gravity and captured Minbari weapons. Earth already had the basic plans for a whole new fleet on the drawing boards, Project Warlock.
“Captain, signal from Earth Force command.” Her communication's officer interrupted her thoughts.
“Do not acknowledge, we will not break radio silence.”
“Yes Ma'am, transferring to your station.”
She headed over to her console and looked at the subchannel identification, it was legitimate and carried authentication codes unique to her command. It was also an ultraviolet priority message, a level of classification so high only command officers even knew it existed.
She applied the appropriate decryption and read the text only message, it ordered her to a rendezvous and said nothing else. Irregular, but for Command to send a message like this something exceptional must have happened.
“We are changing course. Inform our escorts, laser comms only.”
“Yes Captain.”
“Navigation, plot a route to the following location, use our temporary beacons to keep us away from Minbari transit routes.”
“Aye, aye. It'll take a few minutes.”
“Proceed.” The Captain acknowledged, her mind whirring with possibilities.
*
The Earthforce trio arrived with a brief spark of light that ballooned outward into the ever familiar tachyon vortex depositing the Explorer and both destroyers into open space. There was no jumpgate here, the system was barren and empty save for a few encoded beacons Captain Varma had dropped a month earlier. Its unremarkable location made it a logical fall back point for the raiding party, though as the vortex closed and sensors swept the region it quickly became clear they were not alone.
“Single contact, capital ship, sitting close to the beacon!”
The vastly powerful sensors on the DeSoto caught the target almost instantly, taking just a few seconds to build a complete profile.
“She's Dilgar, Valari class Dreadnought. She's holding station.”
“IFF?” Varma enquired.
“Negative, she's running silent.”
“Show me a visual, each design is slightly different.”
“Aye Captain.”
“Open a line to Andromeda and Arethusa.”
“Ready Ma'am.”
An instant later she was greeted by Captains Sheridan and McGee who had no doubt just finished scanning the Dilgar vessel.
“Gentlemen, I am about to open communications with this vessel. Please monitor this channel but allow me to conduct the conversation.”
“Understood Captain.” Both her subordinates acknowledged.
“This is slightly unexpected but there must be good reason for it. Standby.”
“Captain, visual on the Dilgar ship.” Her survey officer patched through. Varma looked at it briefly before nodding.
“It is Warmaster Jha'dur.” She concluded. “The markings are unique to each commander, these are the Clan of the Frozen Moon, the Lowa Dur. Communications, open a channel to that vessel.”
“Ready.”
She inhaled a little, Kaveri Varma was not a person who was easily shaken but speaking with someone like Jha'dur was not to be undertaken lightly. Every word, every intonation, every gesture or flicker of expression would offer the Warmaster reams of information. While they were allies this was clearly an experiment.
“Warmaster Jha'dur, we have received orders to contact a vessel at this location. Are you the ship we are looking for?”
She kept it brief and to the point, no need to waste a Warmaster's time.
“Captain Varma, you correctly deduced this was my vessel.” A clearly amused voice replied. “My compliments, your reputation as an expert on our culture is not exaggerated.”
“I cannot claim that Warmaster, but the clan markings of the family of Dur are some of the most famous. Any junior officer who served in the war would know them by heart.” She did not react to Jha'dur knowing her name.
“Modest too. I am the person you have been instructed to meet, take a shuttle over, I have fresh orders for you too sensitive to be transmitted. They are to be placed directly into your hand.”
“Very well Warmaster, I shall be aboard within ten minutes. May I bring another?”
“Bring whoever you wish, I will see you in ten minutes.”
She ended the message leaving Varma online only with her two fellow humans.
“Captain Sheridan I request your company, you have met Jha'dur before and she has some respect for you. Captain McGee please assume command in my absence.”
“Will do Captain.”
“We best be swift, I do not think it is polite to keep the lioness waiting at the door.”
*
“Kaveri Varma.” Jha'dur repeated the name as she strolled down the long corridor to the hangar deck, her Chief of Staff keeping time beside her matching the long legged stride of the Warmaster. “A name that I've heard before, she has an interest in our species.”
“Yes Warmaster.” Shai'jhur answered plainly. “It is logical we should contact her group of raiders rather than one of the other groups.”
“We could have sent a frigate to relay this information, but honestly I am curious.” Jha'dur mused. “Most humans despise us and even now only grudgingly accept our help. But not this one, any thoughts?”
“None that would not be pure speculation.” Shai'jhur returned. “And I know you look down on speculation.”
“Speaking of things I look down on...” She waved over her shoulder. “Lieutenant! Up here!”
From behind a set of small feet quickened the pace to respond to the summons, a considerably shorter and more furry officer in a dull red uniform bustled up to the two Dilgar senior officers with a quick nod.
“Yes Warmaster?”
“You will announce me.” Jha'dur ordered. “We are meeting a respected ally under formal circumstances. Do not embarrass the Imperium.”
The young officer nodded several times rapidly, a bundle of anxious energy who dropped back a safe distance.
“Just remember your drill.” Shai'jhur called back. “This is an important moment, you will do fine.”
“If you don't you'll be a rug in my office.” Jha'dur huffed shooting a glare at her Second in Command. “I'm holding you responsible for this.”
“Yes Warmaster.”
“And I am doing this under protest because the Supreme Warmaster made it a direct order.”
“Yes Warmaster.” Shai'jhur kept a neutral expression despite filling with amusement.
“Exactly two people in this universe would have the raw courage to pull rank on me, and they use that power for this?” She waved at the officer. “An Alacan. Unbelievable.”
“Technically she's a Dilgar subspecies from Alaca Warmaster, making her effectively Dilgar and as such...”
“It would be bad form if I appeared before the humans with my hands around your throat.” Jha'dur growled. “Our manpower levels can't be this desperate. An Alacan in my Strike fleet? Unthinkable.”
Shai'jhur looked over her shoulder and gave the trailing officer a slight grin of encouragement. With the Imperium in dire need of fresh bodies to support the expansion of the Navy the Supreme Warmaster had approved recruiting select Alacans into the military initially as auxiliaries but now as part of the main fleets. Shai'jhur had been a supporter of the plan and played a major role in classifying the feline Alacans as a subspecies of the feline Dilgar, something which was more a lie of convenience than a scientific fact.
Many Dilgar resisted the idea, as a species they had been bred to hate any who were not pure Prime Dilgar and those attitudes were not easily discarded, plus the majority of Alacans still hated the Dilgar for the brutal conquest and subjugation of their world. Bridging that rift wasn't going to happen overnight, perhaps it never would, but with the galaxy at war both sides increasingly needed one another.
Teraka Silas was the first Alacan to be assigned to a Dilgar Strike Fleet serving as Flag Lieutenant to the Warmaster Jha'dur. It was one of the most desirable posts for any junior officer and giving it to an Alacan was hugely symbolic even if it was little more than a basic assistant job. Silas had proven an adept tactician and would probably go on to command a ship in the near future, she was already the face of Alacan recruitment and surviving a tour of duty with Deathwalker would only cement her future. It was a good set up but hadn't taken into account the sheer terror that came with being on Jha'dur's staff.
That wasn't limited to Alacans of course, very few lasted a full tour under Jha'dur for while she was fair with her staff she demanded excellence and her standards were rarely met. Silas had been in the job for four days and had spoken only twice to the Warmaster, mostly she served Shai'jhur and maintained a respectful distance. Jha'dur's displeasure over this assignment was not disguised but as it was a direct order from a superior she had little choice.
Silas had so far done her job well, but all the stoicism of command training had almost completely vacated her in the presence of the Demon Queen herself. Shai'jhur had proven supportive and steadfast but there wasn't much she could do to make the Warmaster less imposing, it was truly the iron test.
*
The quartet stepped out into the loading bay at the quickmarch, casual but perfectly in time betraying their old drill training that still clung on even at the highest levels of command. The honour guards were already deployed in the bay and standing at the end of their line were two humans waiting in their classic blue uniforms. Each held the rank of Captain and Jha'dur at once recognised them both.
The Warmaster party halted facing the humans, Jha'dur and Shai'jhur standing in the centre with Fei'nur ever beside her Warmaster and Shai'jhur escorted by the diminutive Alacan. For a long few moments they waited for the formal proceedings to begin, Jha'dur eventually glancing at Shai'jhur who gently tapped the Alacan Lieutenant's back.
“Oh!” The smaller officer jumped forward and puffed out her chest so her small voice filled the bay. “Here be a Warmaster!”
Jha'dur rolled her eyes prompting her Chief of Staff to mutter under her breath.
“Stands. Here Stands a Warmaster.”
“Oh, yes, right right.” Lieutenant Silas' fur stood on end as her body burned with embarrassment. “Here be...I mean stands...”
“Enough.” Jha'dur cut her off before turning to Shai'jhur. “Your fault.”
“Yes Warmaster.”
“Remind me why are you still breathing?”
“Because I am the only person who understands your filing system Warmaster.”
The Warmaster snickered briefly, observing Captain Varma also had a tiny moment of amusement.
“Very well, we'll talk later.”
Jha'dur stepped forward and stood before the humans, Captain Varma offering a salute.
“Kaveri Varma, Captain of the EAS DeSoto, officer commanding Raiding Group Delta. May I also present Captain John Sheridan.”
“We have met, not long before the Line.” Jha'dur nodded. “Welcome aboard both of you. I believe you know my chief of Staff already?” She gestured at Shai'jhur. “My escort Combat Master Fei'nur, and the less said about Combat Expert Teraka Silas the better.”
“An Alacan?” Sheridan frowned, quickly reeling himself back in. “Apologies, I was surprised to see one in uniform.”
“You're not the only one Captain.” The Warmaster smiled wryly.
“Permission to step aboard Warmaster?” Captain Varma formally requested.
“Granted.” The Warmaster nodded. “I do appreciate these old human Navy traditions, how you maintain them over generations.”
“We are both a people of tradition Warmaster.” Varma observed. “Tlou vai naka shar anka horom ma san.”
Jha'dur tilted her head at the words before breaking out into a wide grin. “You hear that Shai'jhur?”
“I did Warmaster.”
“To hear those words from a human? You made my day Captain!” The Warmaster laughed. “Did she tell you what she was going to say Captain Sheridan?”
“No Ma'am.”
“It is a very old Dilgar greeting usually shared when two clans unite before battle.” Jha'dur kept her eyes on Varma as she explained. “May the blood of our enemies soak your boots to the knee.”
“That certainly sounds like a Dilgar greeting Ma'am.” Sheridan allowed bringing another laugh to the Warmaster.
“Far be it from me to deny that.” She focused on Kaveri. “You know our language quite well, bit of an accent but passable.”
“My Dilgar is regrettably not as polished as your English.”
“I've had more opportunity to use it.” Jha'dur dismissed the comment. “Bit of a Rohric dialect wouldn't you say Shai'jhur?”
“Yes Warmaster.” Her associate answered flatly.
“I'd guess she learned the basics from a native of Rohric colony. Where did you learn your English again Shai'jhur?”
“Several sources Warmaster.”
“Quite the coincidence Captain Varma has a dialect similar to yours, and you have one similar to her.” Jha'dur smiled with faux innocence before slipping into native Dilgar again. “This moment is just excrutiating isn't it? Face to face with your illicit alien lover while the epitome of Dilgar xenophobia is standing beside you? Consider this punishment for bringing that Alacan on my vessel.”
“Yes Warmaster.”
“I'm going to be doing this all day.” She promised. “Where are my manners?” She returned to English. “Please join us, we have some important business to discuss.”
The Dilgar party led the group through the ship, the corridors spotless and crew members alert if furtive toward the aliens walking their ship. Many were too young to have fought in the war but the older department heads and officers would probably have battled Earth at one point. There was still resentment there.
“Do you know the second Dilgar Captain?” Sheridan asked. “There seemed to be an implication?”
“Briefly, yes.” Varma nodded. “I will not speak of specifics and my report is on record. We were marooned on the same world during the war, we worked together to survive until rescued. In that time I learned much of Dilgar language, culture and customs. Knowledge which is no doubt why I am here instead of Captain MacDougan despite his seniority.”
“It might offer an advantage in negotiations?”
“Yes, as of course will you Captain as son of our finest diplomat.” Varma observed. “But I do not believe this is some form of negotiation, my instinct tells me it is a test.”
“Admiral Hamato thought Deathwalker was treating this whole war as something for her personal amusement.”
“It is more than that I believe, but he is not entirely wrong. There is a personal element in this I sense, but it is not unusual for Dilgar War lords to measure their allies and enemies personally.”
“Which one are we?”
“This meeting may help determine that answer Captain.” Varma offered. “As she is measuring us so too must we measure her.”
*
The party assembled in a briefing room that Jha'dur sealed behind them. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a data crystal with a slight blue tinge to it signifying an Earth Alliance diplomatic crystal.
“This is yours.” She offered it to Captain Varma. “Handed to me in person by General Lefcourt. I haven't tried to access it but I already know what is on there.”
Varma took the crystal, as a diplomatic message the level of encryption would be exceptional which combined with the fact it was hand delivered meant whatever orders it held were critical to the war.
“An attack on a major Minbari target.” She reasoned. “A key shipyard perhaps? Their main mothball yard?”
Jha'dur smiled at her which gave Varma the nudge she needed.
“Minbar.”
“Minbar.” The Warmaster nodded. “Good instincts Captain.”
“You will be participating Warmaster?”
“I will be commanding the operation, the Alliance Raiding groups will be under my temporary command. I look forward to working with you.”
Sheridan did not do a very good job hiding his reaction.
“Your orders will confirm it.” Jha'dur pre-empted his comments. “The main strength of this operation will be a Dilgar fleet, that is why I have command.”
“Very well.” Varma accepted preventing any discussion from Sheridan. “I will review the orders and place my forces at your disposal.”
“No questions or comments?”
“It is not the place of a subordinate to interrogate their commanding officer when the information is in their hand.”
“Well said.” Jha'dur approved. “You just want to get the job done.”
“To the utmost of my ability.”
“Then I would be a poor commander not to offer a briefing. If you will indulge me for a few minutes?”
“We are at your command.”
Jha'dur activated a screen showing an image of a planet of crisp blue and white shades glittering against black space. It was a beautiful world whatever anyone thought of it's inhabitants.
“Our objective is not a direct attack, not yet.” Jha'dur spoke. “Weakened as the Minbari Navy is the planetary defences around their homeworld represent the most powerful defence grid known to exist. It would take a heavily reinforced Alliance fleet to break through and that is not our goal.”
She zoomed the image in revealing numerous structures in orbit.
“The mission is to destroy several large orbital facilities, this will have the practical benefit of weakening their defences for future attacks but more importantly will demonstrate to the Minbari population that they are no longer safe.”
“An attack on their morale?” Sheridan asked.
“On their complacency.” Varma expanded. “And their faith in their leaders.”
“Precisely.” Jha'dur nodded. “Our information indicates the Minbari population are not being informed of the true course of the war. They believe their fleet is fighting bravely and holding the line, that key Minbari worlds are perfectly safe and no enemy could possibly touch them. That a foreign power could threaten them as they sleep in their homes is unthinkable to the Minbari.”
“They have been the top dogs for a thousand years.” Sheridan observed.
“Exactly. They have forgotten the truth of war. Terror.” Jha'dur spoke with relish. “For those thousand years they have been able to impose their will and face no repercussions, no consequences for their policy. That they declared the genocide of humanity so swiftly was only because they believed you could not return the favour. A level of arrogance I can barely comprehend. We're going to give them a lesson Captain, we're going to remind them what it is to fear.”
She grinned widely.
“And who better than I to deliver this lesson?”
“What is our specific target Warmaster?” Varma asked.
“We will be attacking military targets only, space stations associated with their defence grid large enough to be seen from the surface. The attack will be obvious to anyone on the ground, it cannot be hidden or covered up, it will be a demonstration of our reach.” The Warmaster highlighted a few points over the planet. “Earth Force gets the prize, their largest and most powerful station sitting over their capital.”
She brought up an image of a massive space station, a disc shaped facility with several towers emerging above and below the main structure. Like all Minbari constructs it was made from blue and purple crystal though in this case of notably darker hues.
“It's known as the Guardian Star, the front door to Minbar and one of their oldest and most revered locations. It dates back to the time of Valen and has been visible in their sky for generations. Removing it will have a catastrophic affect on Minbari morale.”
“Looks impressive.” Sheridan examined the image. “Are those all weapon mounts?”
“Yes, the Centauri did some surveys in the recent past, the information is on your data crystal.” Jha'dur pointed out. “it will not be easy, as the Minbari defence grid is the strongest we know, that space station is also the most heavily armed single point in the galaxy.”
“And we have to kill it with nine ships?”
“Ten, Lefcourt is sending reinforcements.” The Dilgar updated him. “Too much of a challenge Captain Sheridan?”
“I'll get back to you on that.”
“No pointless bravado, well done Captain.” Jha'dur turned back. “While Earth strikes the main station I will lead the Third Strike fleet in eliminating the other targets and supressing any Minbari warships in the area. We aim to have this raid completed in fifteen to twenty minutes.”
“Understood.” Varma accepted. “We should return to our ships and begin.”
“My hangar crews need another ten minutes before you can depart, they are unfortunately not as efficient as I am used to. My apologies.” The Warmaster said with a tightened expression. “Please feel free to wait here and examine our data on Minbar. We will leave you alone and move to the next room.”
The Dilgar trio made their way out leaving the two humans to consider the situation.
“Think they are still monitoring us?” Sheridan gazed around the room as if scanning for listening devices.
“Perhaps so.” Varma acknowledged. “They will learn little. We have our orders, we will make sure they are authentic, then we will join Captain MacDougan to execute them.”
“Could they be fake?”
“Not impossible, but the Dilgar were not renowned for their information warfare. Competent but not as creative as our own experts. I think this is genuine, it conforms with my thoughts on the next stage of this conflict.”
“To take the war directly to the Minbari. Remind them what a fight really is.”
“In that respect the Warmaster is correct, the Minbari do not understand war. Branmer perhaps does, his actions indicate far more energy and an understanding of the realities of battle. The Minbari actions in general show this cognitive disconnect, the Minbari way of war simply does not consider the possibility of defeat. This is why they have been fatally slow to react.”
“But that will change if Branmer gains more power.” Sheridan guessed. “Which is why ending the war decisively is our top priority.”
“The Dilgar can help us do this, therefore I welcome their aid. We must make the Minbari understand how wrong they are, and how much danger they are in. Show them their mortality and dramatic as it may sound make them fear us.”
“This raid could do that, and with minimal casualties. A short sharp shock to their system.”
“Maybe so.” Varma nodded. “Though it is unlike the Dilgar to make a gesture. They wouldn't simply try to scare the Minbari, they would just give them a real reason to truly fear them.”
“How do you mean?”
“I'm not sure. I must speak to the Warmaster again. Wait for me in the shuttle Captain.”
“Will you be okay alone? We're pilgrims in an unholy land.”
“It is why I am here Captain. Have faith.”
*
“You didn't tell the humans the whole plan.”
The three Dilgar officers settled down in a nearby wardroom, Shai'jhur curious about her Warmaster's policy.
“The orbital bombardment?” Jha'dur recognised. “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
“They may not appreciate not having the full details.”
“Probably, but humanity appears divided on this subject. Some seem very keen to hurt the Minbari, to launch massive attacks and level their cities in retaliation. Others do not.”
“If they knew our plans you believe they would oppose them Warmaster?” Fei'nur spoke. “Despite the Minbari trying to exterminate humanity?”
“That is so.” Jha'dur replied. “Each of us understands that an attack of that nature against us would require massive and unrestricted retaliation. Likewise we expect a similar response when we launch an attack. This is why it is important to be ruthless and thorough in battle to ensure they have nothing left to retaliate with, this describes our entire philosophy of war.”
“But not humans.” Shai'jhur continued. “They seek to destroy the means of war, not the people themselves.”
“When it comes to battling fleets and the structures of war humans are just as ruthless and complete as we are, but they tend to hold back when faced with civilian populations. Even though they are next years army.” The Warmaster shrugged. “Not all of them, some seem to recognise the truth of war as we do, but their culture still holds them back from that final step. Therefore we must take it for them.”
There was a knock on the door causing the Warmaster to raise an eyebrow.
“Captain Varma.” She didn't need to ask. No Dilgar would simply knock on the door if they had urgent business, and wouldn't dream of disturbing the command staff otherwise. “This should be interesting.”
She nodded to Fei'nur who unlocked the door allowing the Earth Force Captain to enter.
“Welcome, please join us.” Jha'dur offered a seat at the wardroom table. “No Captain Sheridan?”
“I thought this would best be handled between us alone. Captain Sheridan is a man of conviction, but still somewhat fixed in his views.”
“Truly an excellent representative of his fleet.” Jha'dur smiled. “A compliment, the Earth military is a magnificent force of arms even if it has yet to recognise its full potential.”
“High praise.” Varma accepted. “The views of an old enemy can often be the most valuable assessment.”
“I agree.” Jha'dur waved over Fei'nur. “Will you eat with us Captain? Human culture values the sharing of meals still yes?”
“It does.”
Fei'nur aquired several cans from a plain locker at the edge of the room for the Warmaster. She selected an example for herself before Fei'nur offered the same choice to Varma.
“I recommend the Druhalla mix. It refers to the region of Rohric the beast in the can came from.”
“Thank you.” Varma selected the correct tin based on the label, glad she could read the rounded alien script.
“It is a simple meal but I am fond of it.” Jha'dur spoke as Shai'jhur made her own selection. “The old Warmasters insisted on a full galley on their flagships, roast meat for every meal, platters of food even as their own crews were forced on to reduced rations. My tastes have always been simpler, one should be grateful for what one has in their hands.”
“I agree Warmaster.” Varma pulled a strip on the top of the can which flash heated the contents. Fei'nur provided a bowl and utensils for the assembled table before picking up her own meal.
“Rohric canned meat, very sturdy.” The commando tossed her can up and caught it a couple of times with a grin. “I beat two Drazi to death with one of these tinss in a skirmish on Ettam. Didn't even dent the can, ate it later that day. Garfa sauce and Brin beans with Right Beast chunks, always been my favourite.”
“These animals come from lands owned by the Clan Jhur, they were quite popular when I was younger.” Jha'dur nodded to her second. “Shai'jhur's parents still run the business, they even export to the Narn these days.”
Varma noted Jha'dur ate directly from the heated can and quite rapidly like a soldier on campaign or a starving child.
“If I may ask Warmaster, why would the Dilgar offer such a major force for a mere raid?”
“Because it is a raid on Minbar, the first in a thousand years. It is historic and commanding such an event appeals to me.”
“Are you expecting significant resistance?”
“No, but I'd rather take a full fleet and not need it than go in with a few ships and find an unexpected battle group.”
“A logical answer.”
“But not a satisfying one.” Jha'dur read the expression on her face. “You have studied my people, you don't think we would limit ourselves in the face of such an opportunity.”
“No, I do not.”
“Then take these words with you Captain. We have worked hard to repair our relations with Earth, we risked much, we have bled in this war on your behalf. We would not risk all of that, I promise any human under my command will be valued as highly as a veteran Dilgar crew. I cannot guarantee their lives, or yours Captain, but we fight as equals. You have my word and my promise.”
“The word of a Warmaster is never broken.” Shai'jhur added in. “Whatever people say about us we do have honour.”
“I do not doubt this and accept with true humility.” Varma inclined her head. “My concerns are resolved.”
“Good. Feel free to take a few cans with you, You seemed to appreciate our hospitality.”
“I do and thank you Warmaster.” The human paused. “There is something else, a personal matter I request permission to discuss.”
“Am I really the one to discuss it with?” Jha'dur raised a curious eyebrow. “Proceed if you wish.”
“I have a daughter named Zhengli, in her youth she suffered severe frostbite causing the ends of her fingers to be amputated.”
“Frostbite?” Jha'dur queried.
“The Blood Ice.” Shai'jhur offered the Dilgar localisation.
“Of course, there are still many phrases and terms I do not know.” The Warmaster shrugged. “Frostbite sounds better than our term. Please continue.”
“She was given cybernetic replacements and they are functional, but it is no secret Dilgar cybernetics are the best in the galaxy.” Varma explained. “My request is for my daughter to be provided with examples of those Dilgar cybernetics.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because Warmaster you are the director of the Cybernetics division and I find it most productive to take any request straight to the top.”
“And you think I would care about the fingers of a random human girl?” Jha'dur tilted her head. “Perhaps you have not studied our people as thoroughly as you believe.”
“Perhaps, but it is my responsibility as a mother to always seek the very best for my child, especially in these matters.”
“Responsibilities of a mother? What an interesting concept.” Jha'dur's tone took a cold shift. “I quite like humans but do not mistake my interest for some sort of desire to please.”
“That is not my intention Warmaster, if I have caused offense I apologise and withdraw the request.”
“Very well. If there is no further business then I believe your shuttle is ready. We have a battle to fight Captain.”
“We will be ready.”
“Then may the blood of our enemies soak our boots to the knee.”
Captain Varma departed with a salute which the Warmaster answered.
“Am I now considered so friendly that complete strangers ask me for favours?” Jha'dur chuckled as she addressed her comrades. “Am I now a good luck charm which grants wishes?”
Fei'nur laughed along as she dug into her fourth can of food, Shai'jhur did not.
“She knows your reputation Warmaster, it wasn't an idle request.”
“Ah yes, the expert speaks.” Jha'dur leaned over. “Is this the first time you have met your former lover since you were broken apart by the war?”
“We have been in contact but yes, the first time face to face.”
“You hid it quite well, both of you.” Jha'dur allowed a small compliment. “But I suppose the past is the past, she has moved on, had a child.”
“She didn't give birth, the child is adopted.” Shai'jhur countered.
“Is that so.” Jha'dur held a neutral expression.
“A war orphan from one of their internal conflicts. The child has followed her mother into the fleet, as I understand it she was hastily commissioned as a junior officer to replace casualties.”
“Very noble.”
“It is probably her way of paying back her mother for the kindness of taking her in, to dedicate herself to the cause Kaveri cares most about.” Shai'jhur chose her phrasing carefully.
“I can see what you are doing.” Jha'dur chided. “Trying to draw parallels with my childhood, the death of my parents, Gar'shan taking me in and your assumption that I only joined the Navy to live up to his expectations.”
“It did seem odd you chose the Navy instead of military intelligence. I understand you started in research but transferring to front line combat was...”
“Was following the path of my parents?” Jha'dur finished. “You'll need to try harder than that. In fact why are you trying to change my mind?”
“It is the right thing to do, and beneficial to diplomatic relations.”
“So is killing a billion Minbari, which is also a far better use of my time and talent.”
“Our cybernetics are virtually perfect, Fei'nur is a testament to that, but surely the next step is adapting to alien biology?” Shai'jhur reasoned.
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Because it is something you can't do right now. And nothing infuriates you more than knowing you can't do something.”
“Careful old friend.”
“I am not wrong.” Shai'jhur pressed. “You savour the challenge, of being the first to achieve what others call impossible. This is such a thing, and it improves relations with Earth, and this child is perhaps not so different from...”
“Don't finish that sentence, that is going too far.”
“As you wish, but my other points stand.”
“You of course have no personal interest in this?”
“I wouldn't insult you with a lie, of course I have an interest. But this is something which has many positives and no negatives. It is worth embracing.”
“Then I will make a deal with you Shai'jhur. Get that Alacan off my ship and I will help your ex lover.” Jha'dur spoke. “It is several hours of my life but worth it if I no longer have to deal with that overly eager little feline tripping over my heels.”
“Warmaster Dal'shan personally assigned her to me.”
“Yes, yes, he does like his little jokes.” Jha'dur exhaled. “Find a way and I'll help your friend after the war is over.”
“I'll see to it Warmaster.”
“Better go tell her before she leaves.” The Warmaster waved her away. “Go, catch her up, tell her it is for expanding the bounds of medicine.”
“I will Warmaster.”
“And take some of those cans, she forgot to pick them up.”
Jha'dur settled back in her seat as Shai'jhur made a hasty departure, Fei'nur opening a fifth can.
“She still likes the human. Seeing her again awakened something in her.”
“Is that why you arranged this meeting Warmaster?”
“In part. Shai'jhur is important to the future, we should have closer contact with Earth and of us all she is probably the one I'd choose as Ambassador.”
“If she takes a human mate it could enrage both sides.”
“Or display that we are not a race defined by hatred of aliens.” Jha'dur mused. “I thought the brain was the most complicated part of the body but it has nothing on the heart.”
“Sounds like a gamble.”
“It is. The entire point of this exercise is to tie us to humans on one side, and if we are careful the Minbari on the other. We're using different approaches but the end result is the same. Shai'jhur could be a huge asset when it comes to dealing with Earth, or she may enrage them. Right now I can't tell.”
The Warmaster exhaled.
“The future will tell, speculation isn't going to get us anywhere. When the humans leave we'll set course for the rest of the Strike Fleet and the bombardment ships coming in from Omelos. We must move quickly to ensure the element of surprise and prevent any interference.”
She grinned.
“And because I can't wait to see what happens next.”
Somewhere in Minbari Space.
“Standby on all systems. Comms?”
“Ready Captain.”
“Sensors?”
“Yes Ma'am.”
“Electronic Warfare?”
“Ready Captain.”
“Air wing?”
“Green.”
“Weapons?”
“On hot standby.”
“Very well.” The unshakeable Captain Kaveri Varma took a pocket watch from her uniform and poised her finger over the button to begin the countdown. She waited until the hands inched toward the top of the face, the watch appearing old but powered by an energy cell with a life of eight hundred years. It was scratched and dented, an object that had served her well over the years, through hard times and good without fail. She would be relying on it again today, the next few minutes would hang on perfect timing.
“Initiate jump.”
The immense frame of the EAS DeSoto made the switch from hyperspace back to realspace, the Captain tilting slightly on her heels to counter the sudden surge of acceleration not quite caught by the inertial compensators. The Explorer vessel she commanded had a rotating central core simulating gravity but it still had problems with sudden changes in speed or direction. Fortunately the Explorer class was so huge sudden changes of any type were all somewhat relative.
“Jump successful, confirm location three AU from Minbari Colony.” Her helmsman informed.
“Electronic Warfare suite at full capacity, we are jamming communications across the system.”
“Maintain an offensive posture.” Captain Varma approved. “Deploy Alpha and Bravo squadrons.”
“On the way.”
“Captain, three Minbari warships on scopes.” A sharp warning crossed the command deck. “Heavy frigates, Torotha class.”
“Time to intercept?”
“Six minutes.”
“Enemy fighters?”
“None launching yet, but the colony almost certainly has some.”
So far all was going to plan, the DeSoto had arrived in the system a considerable distance from the Minbari colony world in the safety of open space. While a massive vessel with respectable armament the Explorer was no match for a true warship, let alone three.
“Sensors? Update?”
“I have a basic map of all relevent locations, working on resolution.”
“Do we have enough for phase two of the operation?”
“Yes Captain, relaying information.”
“Communications, my compliments to Captains Sheridan and McGee, begin jump sequence.”
Captain Varma was an Explorer but that did not mean she did not know how to fight, indeed she viewed the mechanics of war with cool dispassion understanding well the strengths and limitations of the pieces under her hand. Her flagship was an incredible instrument of science and discovery but it was not a warship, in stand up combat its capabilities were limited. However that did not make the ship useless, it carried the most powerful sensor array in known space, the great panels on the forward hull able to channel more raw power than even Minbari arrays. It hadn't been enough to beat Minbari stealth but it was enough to effectively blind enemy long range sensors and communications.
The great ship also had the tools of its regular trade, mapping technology with the ability to quickly survey a star system and identify unusual structures and energy sources. While these instruments were designed for seeking out lost civilisations and valuable minerals they served just as well to identify critical targets and high value enemy locations to be destroyed.
The DeSoto would not engage such targets directly of course, it's airwing could handle some of the requirements but her main job was to be the director of this particular performance. The main players were eminently better suited to the butchery of war.
A jump point formed near the Minbari frigates perfectly placed to flank them, the coordinates provided by the Explorer ship. From the vortex emerged a pair of ugly grey warships, Earth Force destroyers already opening fire again thanks to precise information relayed by the DeSoto. Red beams bit deep into the sides of the frigates before the vortex even closed, the destroyers dwarfing the smaller Minbari ships and hitting them hard without restraint or mercy.
The Torotha frigates were surprisingly durable for their size, with the benefits of stealth the battle may have been very different, but at close range and with Earth able to cleanly target the smaller ships the contest did not last long. All three vessels were overwhelmed by the Earth Force capital ships in short order and left as shattered hulks in their wake.
“Opposition defeated Captain.”
“Any other defenders?” Varma asked.
“Negative, there are berths for cruiser class ships orbiting the planet but no sign of them.”
“Our reports indicated the Minbari were stripping their home defences of warships to fill out the front lines. It appears intelligence was correct for a change.”
It was unlucky for the Minbari but suited her mission as a raider. With the rear echelons and colonies vulnerable Varma and her colleagues could wreak whatever havoc she saw fit.
“Have the Destroyers engage primary targets in orbit. Our air wing will destroy the mining stations and refineries out here.”
The orders were already prepared, the plans drafted. With a single confirmation the two attached fighter squadrons peeled away and accelerated for their targets. At the head of the formation was Jeffrey Sinclair opening up the throttles to his brand new Starfury, the aircraft still carrying the scent of fresh polymers and new paint. Up ahead was a loose asteroid field with a few dotted lights within representing Minbari industrial targets, some sort of mining operation sending materials to the war effort. Easy pickings.
After the Line Sinclair's squadron had been stood down as combat ineffective, its pilots either dead or injured. Rather than wait for the unit to be rebuilt with suitable candidates Sinclair had volunteered to lead a composite squadron of similar survivors hastily thrown together and deployed to bulk up the striking power of the raiding forces. Under his direction the veterans had cemented together pretty quickly, the ad hoc unit adopting the name 'Scraps' as a dark joke about them being the last scraps of several elite air wings.
It wasn't the same, but he needed to get back out there, back into the fight. The war was hanging in the balance with Earth and her allies hitting back and Sinclair needed to be there one way or another to lend his strength.
“Alpha Squadron, break left and engage structures on the main asteroid.” Sinclair directed. “Bravo Squadron break right and go for the extractors.”
The Starfuries split in perfect unison, the cluster of craft pairing up and sweeping in to savage the Minbari infrastructure. The extractors were easy targets, automated drilling and boring machines that sat on the surface of mineral rich asteroids and drew useful materials from within them. With no defences or protection Bravo squadron swept overhead and fired down with their pulse cannons detonating them one after another.
The refineries assigned to Alpha squadron were more difficult, a pair of large buildings with cavernous hangar bays that received raw materials and turned them into the various alloys needed for warship construction. While most Minbari ships had a hull of synthetic crystal their internal structure was usually a more traditional and durable metal.
This time the fighters came in close at a slow speed cutting engines and rotating to face the buildings as they coasted past. These buildings were also mostly automated but a line of windows indicated there was at least some crew aboard overseeing operations. They would be Worker Caste and while Earth was trying to avoid civilian casualties the mission had to be completed.
Sinclair's squadron engaged, blasts of fire erupting in chains across the refineries as they fired pulse cannons on full auto punching through the skin of the buildings and ripping the insides apart. They weren't built to endure such an attack and quickly crumbled spilling debris and wreckage out into cold space.
“All fighters regroup and return to base.” Sinclair ordered. “Dock as soon as we return.”
*
“Enemy warships destroyed.” Lieutenant Commander James called across the command deck of the Andromeda. “Fleet command has cleared us to engage any valid targets in orbit.”
“Acknowledge the signal, then bring us about.” Sheridan set his sights on the next phase of the attack keenly aware of his commanding officer's distant eyes resting on him. “Let's make this quick and clean.”
The Omega class warship adjusted direction and turned in toward the planet, engines flickering as she pushed herself onto the new course. There wasn't much of interest on the planet itself, just a few fairly minor cities and some locations of religious importance according to a Centauri survey. The only items of value were in orbit, a collection and transfer station for the mining operations alongside a couple of dozen freighters half way through loading.
“I have fighters moving up from the planet, two squadrons.” James relayed. “They're moving slowly, we don't have the design on record.”
“A new type of fighter?”
“I'd say an old one, obsolete by even League standards.”
Sheridan checked the sensor data, the incoming fighters having the same tri-wing design common to all Minbari craft but they were far more sluggish and laboured their way into orbit.
“Shall I launch fighters to intercept Captain?”
“Negative, let the interceptors handle them.” Sheridan ordered. “Stay on target, we'll engage the freighters as we pass and then cut apart the station.”
Earth Force had decided it was going to fight this war based on the rules Branmer had used to prove that they were not the underhanded monsters many Minbari seemed to believe. As the Minbari had only engaged military targets and infrastructure dedicated to the war effort so too would Earth. It was an easy directive to give but somewhat harder to execute.
Over the planet there was a cluster of civilian ships, a large number were bulk freighters carrying raw materials for warship construction but scattered among them were passenger ships, food transports and private yachts. Even more difficult was the station which had sections set aside for mined materials and other sections used for passenger ships and shuttle transit from the surface. The Andromeda had to place her shots very carefully to avoid any pure civilian casualties, the last thing the EA wanted was to space a bunch of school children on a day trip.
“Secondary gun batteries ready.” His First Officer reported calmly. David James was a new transfer into Sheridan's command but so far had proven highly focused and capable. “Targets locked, ready to fire.”
“Commence firing.” Sheridan put his trust in the gunnery crews and let them do their job. The smaller flank gun turrets began to engage, a mix of beam and pulse shots depending on the specific target. The Arethusa under McGee followed Sheridans example and began picking off its own targets, Minbari freighters breaking up and detonating under the multiple attacks.
The shots were well placed, in some cases crossing within a few yards of passenger liners before striking the Ore haulers and tankers. Their targets had no defences, after all who would ever be able to attack so deep within Minbari space? By that same logic the incoming fighters had never been updated to more modern designs, nor had their pilots received any serious training. They were Workers, not Warriors, and it showed. Never the less they attacked bravely, if futilely.
“Switch secondary weapons to interception mode.” Sheridan ordered.
“Ready.”
“Fire.”
The incoming fighters were too slow and too bunched together, against the sudden storm of precisely aimed pulses they had no chance. A better trained unit might have evaded but not these courageous but hopelessly outmatched pilots.
“Captain, transmission from flagship, its an analysis of the space station.”
“Patch it through.”
The data was sent to the small screen beside his chair, a very simple sensor model of the Minbari station with the different sections assigned a different colour. The superior sensors of the DeSoto had been able to find which parts were used for storage and materials and which were for passengers and habitation. All Sheridan had to do was hit the cargo sections and ignore the rest. Again it sounded easy in practice, but hitting an exact target and avoiding collateral damage while also cruising past at tens of kilometres per second using a twenty metre calibre heavy laser cannon was an incredible test of both his ship and crew.
“Main guns online, fixing target.” James read off the reports swiftly, the sensor displays showing a slightly dramatic crosshair forming over part of the station.
“Fire when ready.”
The crew did not disappoint, the red beams precise and surgical despite the scale of the weapons they were using. The red beams cut deep into key structural elements melting through supports which had held the station together for centuries. With as much care as several million tons of fast moving warship could manage the Andromeda cut apart the station and split the cargo and passenger sections away from each other, the two parts of the station tumbling away. The grey vessel raced past, her aft guns slicing deeper into the cargo containment bays to hasten it's demise and push it further away from the pure civilian areas.
Both parts of the station began to loose orbit though it would take days for them to descend enough to break up in the atmosphere. Earth Force didn't have that sort of time so it was left to the Arethusa to tidy up, a hail of full powered pulse cannon shots blasting the cargo bays once they were safely clear of the passenger docks.
It had been as clean and precise as the President had directed thanks mainly to the excellent crews aboard the human vessels. With the Minbari navy gutted and rebuilding almost from scratch it wasn't just quantity humanity had on its side but increasingly quality too. Now it wasn't just tactics and strategy but also individual performance, something the warrior caste had been able to at least keep a grip on before the Line.
“Operation complete.” Captain Varma checked her watch, four minutes thirty eight seconds. “Begin jump, make sure we are long gone off the beacon before any patrols respond.”
Her destroyer escorts could handle most any patrol the Minbari had in real space, but if they ran into a force in hyperspace riding the beacon in while she was riding it out things could get very unpleasant. As Earth had tried to use hyperspace to even the odds at the start of the war now the Minbari could do the same.
The two destroyers made their jump closer to the planet, the DeSoto leaving from further away and linking up at the beacon. Both Andromeda and Arethusa fell into flanking positions guarding the flagship, the three ships representing the cutting edge of Earth Force. Impressive as they were compared to the fleet of just a few years ago they were already about to become outdated themselves thanks to Centauri artificial gravity and captured Minbari weapons. Earth already had the basic plans for a whole new fleet on the drawing boards, Project Warlock.
“Captain, signal from Earth Force command.” Her communication's officer interrupted her thoughts.
“Do not acknowledge, we will not break radio silence.”
“Yes Ma'am, transferring to your station.”
She headed over to her console and looked at the subchannel identification, it was legitimate and carried authentication codes unique to her command. It was also an ultraviolet priority message, a level of classification so high only command officers even knew it existed.
She applied the appropriate decryption and read the text only message, it ordered her to a rendezvous and said nothing else. Irregular, but for Command to send a message like this something exceptional must have happened.
“We are changing course. Inform our escorts, laser comms only.”
“Yes Captain.”
“Navigation, plot a route to the following location, use our temporary beacons to keep us away from Minbari transit routes.”
“Aye, aye. It'll take a few minutes.”
“Proceed.” The Captain acknowledged, her mind whirring with possibilities.
*
The Earthforce trio arrived with a brief spark of light that ballooned outward into the ever familiar tachyon vortex depositing the Explorer and both destroyers into open space. There was no jumpgate here, the system was barren and empty save for a few encoded beacons Captain Varma had dropped a month earlier. Its unremarkable location made it a logical fall back point for the raiding party, though as the vortex closed and sensors swept the region it quickly became clear they were not alone.
“Single contact, capital ship, sitting close to the beacon!”
The vastly powerful sensors on the DeSoto caught the target almost instantly, taking just a few seconds to build a complete profile.
“She's Dilgar, Valari class Dreadnought. She's holding station.”
“IFF?” Varma enquired.
“Negative, she's running silent.”
“Show me a visual, each design is slightly different.”
“Aye Captain.”
“Open a line to Andromeda and Arethusa.”
“Ready Ma'am.”
An instant later she was greeted by Captains Sheridan and McGee who had no doubt just finished scanning the Dilgar vessel.
“Gentlemen, I am about to open communications with this vessel. Please monitor this channel but allow me to conduct the conversation.”
“Understood Captain.” Both her subordinates acknowledged.
“This is slightly unexpected but there must be good reason for it. Standby.”
“Captain, visual on the Dilgar ship.” Her survey officer patched through. Varma looked at it briefly before nodding.
“It is Warmaster Jha'dur.” She concluded. “The markings are unique to each commander, these are the Clan of the Frozen Moon, the Lowa Dur. Communications, open a channel to that vessel.”
“Ready.”
She inhaled a little, Kaveri Varma was not a person who was easily shaken but speaking with someone like Jha'dur was not to be undertaken lightly. Every word, every intonation, every gesture or flicker of expression would offer the Warmaster reams of information. While they were allies this was clearly an experiment.
“Warmaster Jha'dur, we have received orders to contact a vessel at this location. Are you the ship we are looking for?”
She kept it brief and to the point, no need to waste a Warmaster's time.
“Captain Varma, you correctly deduced this was my vessel.” A clearly amused voice replied. “My compliments, your reputation as an expert on our culture is not exaggerated.”
“I cannot claim that Warmaster, but the clan markings of the family of Dur are some of the most famous. Any junior officer who served in the war would know them by heart.” She did not react to Jha'dur knowing her name.
“Modest too. I am the person you have been instructed to meet, take a shuttle over, I have fresh orders for you too sensitive to be transmitted. They are to be placed directly into your hand.”
“Very well Warmaster, I shall be aboard within ten minutes. May I bring another?”
“Bring whoever you wish, I will see you in ten minutes.”
She ended the message leaving Varma online only with her two fellow humans.
“Captain Sheridan I request your company, you have met Jha'dur before and she has some respect for you. Captain McGee please assume command in my absence.”
“Will do Captain.”
“We best be swift, I do not think it is polite to keep the lioness waiting at the door.”
*
“Kaveri Varma.” Jha'dur repeated the name as she strolled down the long corridor to the hangar deck, her Chief of Staff keeping time beside her matching the long legged stride of the Warmaster. “A name that I've heard before, she has an interest in our species.”
“Yes Warmaster.” Shai'jhur answered plainly. “It is logical we should contact her group of raiders rather than one of the other groups.”
“We could have sent a frigate to relay this information, but honestly I am curious.” Jha'dur mused. “Most humans despise us and even now only grudgingly accept our help. But not this one, any thoughts?”
“None that would not be pure speculation.” Shai'jhur returned. “And I know you look down on speculation.”
“Speaking of things I look down on...” She waved over her shoulder. “Lieutenant! Up here!”
From behind a set of small feet quickened the pace to respond to the summons, a considerably shorter and more furry officer in a dull red uniform bustled up to the two Dilgar senior officers with a quick nod.
“Yes Warmaster?”
“You will announce me.” Jha'dur ordered. “We are meeting a respected ally under formal circumstances. Do not embarrass the Imperium.”
The young officer nodded several times rapidly, a bundle of anxious energy who dropped back a safe distance.
“Just remember your drill.” Shai'jhur called back. “This is an important moment, you will do fine.”
“If you don't you'll be a rug in my office.” Jha'dur huffed shooting a glare at her Second in Command. “I'm holding you responsible for this.”
“Yes Warmaster.”
“And I am doing this under protest because the Supreme Warmaster made it a direct order.”
“Yes Warmaster.” Shai'jhur kept a neutral expression despite filling with amusement.
“Exactly two people in this universe would have the raw courage to pull rank on me, and they use that power for this?” She waved at the officer. “An Alacan. Unbelievable.”
“Technically she's a Dilgar subspecies from Alaca Warmaster, making her effectively Dilgar and as such...”
“It would be bad form if I appeared before the humans with my hands around your throat.” Jha'dur growled. “Our manpower levels can't be this desperate. An Alacan in my Strike fleet? Unthinkable.”
Shai'jhur looked over her shoulder and gave the trailing officer a slight grin of encouragement. With the Imperium in dire need of fresh bodies to support the expansion of the Navy the Supreme Warmaster had approved recruiting select Alacans into the military initially as auxiliaries but now as part of the main fleets. Shai'jhur had been a supporter of the plan and played a major role in classifying the feline Alacans as a subspecies of the feline Dilgar, something which was more a lie of convenience than a scientific fact.
Many Dilgar resisted the idea, as a species they had been bred to hate any who were not pure Prime Dilgar and those attitudes were not easily discarded, plus the majority of Alacans still hated the Dilgar for the brutal conquest and subjugation of their world. Bridging that rift wasn't going to happen overnight, perhaps it never would, but with the galaxy at war both sides increasingly needed one another.
Teraka Silas was the first Alacan to be assigned to a Dilgar Strike Fleet serving as Flag Lieutenant to the Warmaster Jha'dur. It was one of the most desirable posts for any junior officer and giving it to an Alacan was hugely symbolic even if it was little more than a basic assistant job. Silas had proven an adept tactician and would probably go on to command a ship in the near future, she was already the face of Alacan recruitment and surviving a tour of duty with Deathwalker would only cement her future. It was a good set up but hadn't taken into account the sheer terror that came with being on Jha'dur's staff.
That wasn't limited to Alacans of course, very few lasted a full tour under Jha'dur for while she was fair with her staff she demanded excellence and her standards were rarely met. Silas had been in the job for four days and had spoken only twice to the Warmaster, mostly she served Shai'jhur and maintained a respectful distance. Jha'dur's displeasure over this assignment was not disguised but as it was a direct order from a superior she had little choice.
Silas had so far done her job well, but all the stoicism of command training had almost completely vacated her in the presence of the Demon Queen herself. Shai'jhur had proven supportive and steadfast but there wasn't much she could do to make the Warmaster less imposing, it was truly the iron test.
*
The quartet stepped out into the loading bay at the quickmarch, casual but perfectly in time betraying their old drill training that still clung on even at the highest levels of command. The honour guards were already deployed in the bay and standing at the end of their line were two humans waiting in their classic blue uniforms. Each held the rank of Captain and Jha'dur at once recognised them both.
The Warmaster party halted facing the humans, Jha'dur and Shai'jhur standing in the centre with Fei'nur ever beside her Warmaster and Shai'jhur escorted by the diminutive Alacan. For a long few moments they waited for the formal proceedings to begin, Jha'dur eventually glancing at Shai'jhur who gently tapped the Alacan Lieutenant's back.
“Oh!” The smaller officer jumped forward and puffed out her chest so her small voice filled the bay. “Here be a Warmaster!”
Jha'dur rolled her eyes prompting her Chief of Staff to mutter under her breath.
“Stands. Here Stands a Warmaster.”
“Oh, yes, right right.” Lieutenant Silas' fur stood on end as her body burned with embarrassment. “Here be...I mean stands...”
“Enough.” Jha'dur cut her off before turning to Shai'jhur. “Your fault.”
“Yes Warmaster.”
“Remind me why are you still breathing?”
“Because I am the only person who understands your filing system Warmaster.”
The Warmaster snickered briefly, observing Captain Varma also had a tiny moment of amusement.
“Very well, we'll talk later.”
Jha'dur stepped forward and stood before the humans, Captain Varma offering a salute.
“Kaveri Varma, Captain of the EAS DeSoto, officer commanding Raiding Group Delta. May I also present Captain John Sheridan.”
“We have met, not long before the Line.” Jha'dur nodded. “Welcome aboard both of you. I believe you know my chief of Staff already?” She gestured at Shai'jhur. “My escort Combat Master Fei'nur, and the less said about Combat Expert Teraka Silas the better.”
“An Alacan?” Sheridan frowned, quickly reeling himself back in. “Apologies, I was surprised to see one in uniform.”
“You're not the only one Captain.” The Warmaster smiled wryly.
“Permission to step aboard Warmaster?” Captain Varma formally requested.
“Granted.” The Warmaster nodded. “I do appreciate these old human Navy traditions, how you maintain them over generations.”
“We are both a people of tradition Warmaster.” Varma observed. “Tlou vai naka shar anka horom ma san.”
Jha'dur tilted her head at the words before breaking out into a wide grin. “You hear that Shai'jhur?”
“I did Warmaster.”
“To hear those words from a human? You made my day Captain!” The Warmaster laughed. “Did she tell you what she was going to say Captain Sheridan?”
“No Ma'am.”
“It is a very old Dilgar greeting usually shared when two clans unite before battle.” Jha'dur kept her eyes on Varma as she explained. “May the blood of our enemies soak your boots to the knee.”
“That certainly sounds like a Dilgar greeting Ma'am.” Sheridan allowed bringing another laugh to the Warmaster.
“Far be it from me to deny that.” She focused on Kaveri. “You know our language quite well, bit of an accent but passable.”
“My Dilgar is regrettably not as polished as your English.”
“I've had more opportunity to use it.” Jha'dur dismissed the comment. “Bit of a Rohric dialect wouldn't you say Shai'jhur?”
“Yes Warmaster.” Her associate answered flatly.
“I'd guess she learned the basics from a native of Rohric colony. Where did you learn your English again Shai'jhur?”
“Several sources Warmaster.”
“Quite the coincidence Captain Varma has a dialect similar to yours, and you have one similar to her.” Jha'dur smiled with faux innocence before slipping into native Dilgar again. “This moment is just excrutiating isn't it? Face to face with your illicit alien lover while the epitome of Dilgar xenophobia is standing beside you? Consider this punishment for bringing that Alacan on my vessel.”
“Yes Warmaster.”
“I'm going to be doing this all day.” She promised. “Where are my manners?” She returned to English. “Please join us, we have some important business to discuss.”
The Dilgar party led the group through the ship, the corridors spotless and crew members alert if furtive toward the aliens walking their ship. Many were too young to have fought in the war but the older department heads and officers would probably have battled Earth at one point. There was still resentment there.
“Do you know the second Dilgar Captain?” Sheridan asked. “There seemed to be an implication?”
“Briefly, yes.” Varma nodded. “I will not speak of specifics and my report is on record. We were marooned on the same world during the war, we worked together to survive until rescued. In that time I learned much of Dilgar language, culture and customs. Knowledge which is no doubt why I am here instead of Captain MacDougan despite his seniority.”
“It might offer an advantage in negotiations?”
“Yes, as of course will you Captain as son of our finest diplomat.” Varma observed. “But I do not believe this is some form of negotiation, my instinct tells me it is a test.”
“Admiral Hamato thought Deathwalker was treating this whole war as something for her personal amusement.”
“It is more than that I believe, but he is not entirely wrong. There is a personal element in this I sense, but it is not unusual for Dilgar War lords to measure their allies and enemies personally.”
“Which one are we?”
“This meeting may help determine that answer Captain.” Varma offered. “As she is measuring us so too must we measure her.”
*
The party assembled in a briefing room that Jha'dur sealed behind them. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a data crystal with a slight blue tinge to it signifying an Earth Alliance diplomatic crystal.
“This is yours.” She offered it to Captain Varma. “Handed to me in person by General Lefcourt. I haven't tried to access it but I already know what is on there.”
Varma took the crystal, as a diplomatic message the level of encryption would be exceptional which combined with the fact it was hand delivered meant whatever orders it held were critical to the war.
“An attack on a major Minbari target.” She reasoned. “A key shipyard perhaps? Their main mothball yard?”
Jha'dur smiled at her which gave Varma the nudge she needed.
“Minbar.”
“Minbar.” The Warmaster nodded. “Good instincts Captain.”
“You will be participating Warmaster?”
“I will be commanding the operation, the Alliance Raiding groups will be under my temporary command. I look forward to working with you.”
Sheridan did not do a very good job hiding his reaction.
“Your orders will confirm it.” Jha'dur pre-empted his comments. “The main strength of this operation will be a Dilgar fleet, that is why I have command.”
“Very well.” Varma accepted preventing any discussion from Sheridan. “I will review the orders and place my forces at your disposal.”
“No questions or comments?”
“It is not the place of a subordinate to interrogate their commanding officer when the information is in their hand.”
“Well said.” Jha'dur approved. “You just want to get the job done.”
“To the utmost of my ability.”
“Then I would be a poor commander not to offer a briefing. If you will indulge me for a few minutes?”
“We are at your command.”
Jha'dur activated a screen showing an image of a planet of crisp blue and white shades glittering against black space. It was a beautiful world whatever anyone thought of it's inhabitants.
“Our objective is not a direct attack, not yet.” Jha'dur spoke. “Weakened as the Minbari Navy is the planetary defences around their homeworld represent the most powerful defence grid known to exist. It would take a heavily reinforced Alliance fleet to break through and that is not our goal.”
She zoomed the image in revealing numerous structures in orbit.
“The mission is to destroy several large orbital facilities, this will have the practical benefit of weakening their defences for future attacks but more importantly will demonstrate to the Minbari population that they are no longer safe.”
“An attack on their morale?” Sheridan asked.
“On their complacency.” Varma expanded. “And their faith in their leaders.”
“Precisely.” Jha'dur nodded. “Our information indicates the Minbari population are not being informed of the true course of the war. They believe their fleet is fighting bravely and holding the line, that key Minbari worlds are perfectly safe and no enemy could possibly touch them. That a foreign power could threaten them as they sleep in their homes is unthinkable to the Minbari.”
“They have been the top dogs for a thousand years.” Sheridan observed.
“Exactly. They have forgotten the truth of war. Terror.” Jha'dur spoke with relish. “For those thousand years they have been able to impose their will and face no repercussions, no consequences for their policy. That they declared the genocide of humanity so swiftly was only because they believed you could not return the favour. A level of arrogance I can barely comprehend. We're going to give them a lesson Captain, we're going to remind them what it is to fear.”
She grinned widely.
“And who better than I to deliver this lesson?”
“What is our specific target Warmaster?” Varma asked.
“We will be attacking military targets only, space stations associated with their defence grid large enough to be seen from the surface. The attack will be obvious to anyone on the ground, it cannot be hidden or covered up, it will be a demonstration of our reach.” The Warmaster highlighted a few points over the planet. “Earth Force gets the prize, their largest and most powerful station sitting over their capital.”
She brought up an image of a massive space station, a disc shaped facility with several towers emerging above and below the main structure. Like all Minbari constructs it was made from blue and purple crystal though in this case of notably darker hues.
“It's known as the Guardian Star, the front door to Minbar and one of their oldest and most revered locations. It dates back to the time of Valen and has been visible in their sky for generations. Removing it will have a catastrophic affect on Minbari morale.”
“Looks impressive.” Sheridan examined the image. “Are those all weapon mounts?”
“Yes, the Centauri did some surveys in the recent past, the information is on your data crystal.” Jha'dur pointed out. “it will not be easy, as the Minbari defence grid is the strongest we know, that space station is also the most heavily armed single point in the galaxy.”
“And we have to kill it with nine ships?”
“Ten, Lefcourt is sending reinforcements.” The Dilgar updated him. “Too much of a challenge Captain Sheridan?”
“I'll get back to you on that.”
“No pointless bravado, well done Captain.” Jha'dur turned back. “While Earth strikes the main station I will lead the Third Strike fleet in eliminating the other targets and supressing any Minbari warships in the area. We aim to have this raid completed in fifteen to twenty minutes.”
“Understood.” Varma accepted. “We should return to our ships and begin.”
“My hangar crews need another ten minutes before you can depart, they are unfortunately not as efficient as I am used to. My apologies.” The Warmaster said with a tightened expression. “Please feel free to wait here and examine our data on Minbar. We will leave you alone and move to the next room.”
The Dilgar trio made their way out leaving the two humans to consider the situation.
“Think they are still monitoring us?” Sheridan gazed around the room as if scanning for listening devices.
“Perhaps so.” Varma acknowledged. “They will learn little. We have our orders, we will make sure they are authentic, then we will join Captain MacDougan to execute them.”
“Could they be fake?”
“Not impossible, but the Dilgar were not renowned for their information warfare. Competent but not as creative as our own experts. I think this is genuine, it conforms with my thoughts on the next stage of this conflict.”
“To take the war directly to the Minbari. Remind them what a fight really is.”
“In that respect the Warmaster is correct, the Minbari do not understand war. Branmer perhaps does, his actions indicate far more energy and an understanding of the realities of battle. The Minbari actions in general show this cognitive disconnect, the Minbari way of war simply does not consider the possibility of defeat. This is why they have been fatally slow to react.”
“But that will change if Branmer gains more power.” Sheridan guessed. “Which is why ending the war decisively is our top priority.”
“The Dilgar can help us do this, therefore I welcome their aid. We must make the Minbari understand how wrong they are, and how much danger they are in. Show them their mortality and dramatic as it may sound make them fear us.”
“This raid could do that, and with minimal casualties. A short sharp shock to their system.”
“Maybe so.” Varma nodded. “Though it is unlike the Dilgar to make a gesture. They wouldn't simply try to scare the Minbari, they would just give them a real reason to truly fear them.”
“How do you mean?”
“I'm not sure. I must speak to the Warmaster again. Wait for me in the shuttle Captain.”
“Will you be okay alone? We're pilgrims in an unholy land.”
“It is why I am here Captain. Have faith.”
*
“You didn't tell the humans the whole plan.”
The three Dilgar officers settled down in a nearby wardroom, Shai'jhur curious about her Warmaster's policy.
“The orbital bombardment?” Jha'dur recognised. “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
“They may not appreciate not having the full details.”
“Probably, but humanity appears divided on this subject. Some seem very keen to hurt the Minbari, to launch massive attacks and level their cities in retaliation. Others do not.”
“If they knew our plans you believe they would oppose them Warmaster?” Fei'nur spoke. “Despite the Minbari trying to exterminate humanity?”
“That is so.” Jha'dur replied. “Each of us understands that an attack of that nature against us would require massive and unrestricted retaliation. Likewise we expect a similar response when we launch an attack. This is why it is important to be ruthless and thorough in battle to ensure they have nothing left to retaliate with, this describes our entire philosophy of war.”
“But not humans.” Shai'jhur continued. “They seek to destroy the means of war, not the people themselves.”
“When it comes to battling fleets and the structures of war humans are just as ruthless and complete as we are, but they tend to hold back when faced with civilian populations. Even though they are next years army.” The Warmaster shrugged. “Not all of them, some seem to recognise the truth of war as we do, but their culture still holds them back from that final step. Therefore we must take it for them.”
There was a knock on the door causing the Warmaster to raise an eyebrow.
“Captain Varma.” She didn't need to ask. No Dilgar would simply knock on the door if they had urgent business, and wouldn't dream of disturbing the command staff otherwise. “This should be interesting.”
She nodded to Fei'nur who unlocked the door allowing the Earth Force Captain to enter.
“Welcome, please join us.” Jha'dur offered a seat at the wardroom table. “No Captain Sheridan?”
“I thought this would best be handled between us alone. Captain Sheridan is a man of conviction, but still somewhat fixed in his views.”
“Truly an excellent representative of his fleet.” Jha'dur smiled. “A compliment, the Earth military is a magnificent force of arms even if it has yet to recognise its full potential.”
“High praise.” Varma accepted. “The views of an old enemy can often be the most valuable assessment.”
“I agree.” Jha'dur waved over Fei'nur. “Will you eat with us Captain? Human culture values the sharing of meals still yes?”
“It does.”
Fei'nur aquired several cans from a plain locker at the edge of the room for the Warmaster. She selected an example for herself before Fei'nur offered the same choice to Varma.
“I recommend the Druhalla mix. It refers to the region of Rohric the beast in the can came from.”
“Thank you.” Varma selected the correct tin based on the label, glad she could read the rounded alien script.
“It is a simple meal but I am fond of it.” Jha'dur spoke as Shai'jhur made her own selection. “The old Warmasters insisted on a full galley on their flagships, roast meat for every meal, platters of food even as their own crews were forced on to reduced rations. My tastes have always been simpler, one should be grateful for what one has in their hands.”
“I agree Warmaster.” Varma pulled a strip on the top of the can which flash heated the contents. Fei'nur provided a bowl and utensils for the assembled table before picking up her own meal.
“Rohric canned meat, very sturdy.” The commando tossed her can up and caught it a couple of times with a grin. “I beat two Drazi to death with one of these tinss in a skirmish on Ettam. Didn't even dent the can, ate it later that day. Garfa sauce and Brin beans with Right Beast chunks, always been my favourite.”
“These animals come from lands owned by the Clan Jhur, they were quite popular when I was younger.” Jha'dur nodded to her second. “Shai'jhur's parents still run the business, they even export to the Narn these days.”
Varma noted Jha'dur ate directly from the heated can and quite rapidly like a soldier on campaign or a starving child.
“If I may ask Warmaster, why would the Dilgar offer such a major force for a mere raid?”
“Because it is a raid on Minbar, the first in a thousand years. It is historic and commanding such an event appeals to me.”
“Are you expecting significant resistance?”
“No, but I'd rather take a full fleet and not need it than go in with a few ships and find an unexpected battle group.”
“A logical answer.”
“But not a satisfying one.” Jha'dur read the expression on her face. “You have studied my people, you don't think we would limit ourselves in the face of such an opportunity.”
“No, I do not.”
“Then take these words with you Captain. We have worked hard to repair our relations with Earth, we risked much, we have bled in this war on your behalf. We would not risk all of that, I promise any human under my command will be valued as highly as a veteran Dilgar crew. I cannot guarantee their lives, or yours Captain, but we fight as equals. You have my word and my promise.”
“The word of a Warmaster is never broken.” Shai'jhur added in. “Whatever people say about us we do have honour.”
“I do not doubt this and accept with true humility.” Varma inclined her head. “My concerns are resolved.”
“Good. Feel free to take a few cans with you, You seemed to appreciate our hospitality.”
“I do and thank you Warmaster.” The human paused. “There is something else, a personal matter I request permission to discuss.”
“Am I really the one to discuss it with?” Jha'dur raised a curious eyebrow. “Proceed if you wish.”
“I have a daughter named Zhengli, in her youth she suffered severe frostbite causing the ends of her fingers to be amputated.”
“Frostbite?” Jha'dur queried.
“The Blood Ice.” Shai'jhur offered the Dilgar localisation.
“Of course, there are still many phrases and terms I do not know.” The Warmaster shrugged. “Frostbite sounds better than our term. Please continue.”
“She was given cybernetic replacements and they are functional, but it is no secret Dilgar cybernetics are the best in the galaxy.” Varma explained. “My request is for my daughter to be provided with examples of those Dilgar cybernetics.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because Warmaster you are the director of the Cybernetics division and I find it most productive to take any request straight to the top.”
“And you think I would care about the fingers of a random human girl?” Jha'dur tilted her head. “Perhaps you have not studied our people as thoroughly as you believe.”
“Perhaps, but it is my responsibility as a mother to always seek the very best for my child, especially in these matters.”
“Responsibilities of a mother? What an interesting concept.” Jha'dur's tone took a cold shift. “I quite like humans but do not mistake my interest for some sort of desire to please.”
“That is not my intention Warmaster, if I have caused offense I apologise and withdraw the request.”
“Very well. If there is no further business then I believe your shuttle is ready. We have a battle to fight Captain.”
“We will be ready.”
“Then may the blood of our enemies soak our boots to the knee.”
Captain Varma departed with a salute which the Warmaster answered.
“Am I now considered so friendly that complete strangers ask me for favours?” Jha'dur chuckled as she addressed her comrades. “Am I now a good luck charm which grants wishes?”
Fei'nur laughed along as she dug into her fourth can of food, Shai'jhur did not.
“She knows your reputation Warmaster, it wasn't an idle request.”
“Ah yes, the expert speaks.” Jha'dur leaned over. “Is this the first time you have met your former lover since you were broken apart by the war?”
“We have been in contact but yes, the first time face to face.”
“You hid it quite well, both of you.” Jha'dur allowed a small compliment. “But I suppose the past is the past, she has moved on, had a child.”
“She didn't give birth, the child is adopted.” Shai'jhur countered.
“Is that so.” Jha'dur held a neutral expression.
“A war orphan from one of their internal conflicts. The child has followed her mother into the fleet, as I understand it she was hastily commissioned as a junior officer to replace casualties.”
“Very noble.”
“It is probably her way of paying back her mother for the kindness of taking her in, to dedicate herself to the cause Kaveri cares most about.” Shai'jhur chose her phrasing carefully.
“I can see what you are doing.” Jha'dur chided. “Trying to draw parallels with my childhood, the death of my parents, Gar'shan taking me in and your assumption that I only joined the Navy to live up to his expectations.”
“It did seem odd you chose the Navy instead of military intelligence. I understand you started in research but transferring to front line combat was...”
“Was following the path of my parents?” Jha'dur finished. “You'll need to try harder than that. In fact why are you trying to change my mind?”
“It is the right thing to do, and beneficial to diplomatic relations.”
“So is killing a billion Minbari, which is also a far better use of my time and talent.”
“Our cybernetics are virtually perfect, Fei'nur is a testament to that, but surely the next step is adapting to alien biology?” Shai'jhur reasoned.
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Because it is something you can't do right now. And nothing infuriates you more than knowing you can't do something.”
“Careful old friend.”
“I am not wrong.” Shai'jhur pressed. “You savour the challenge, of being the first to achieve what others call impossible. This is such a thing, and it improves relations with Earth, and this child is perhaps not so different from...”
“Don't finish that sentence, that is going too far.”
“As you wish, but my other points stand.”
“You of course have no personal interest in this?”
“I wouldn't insult you with a lie, of course I have an interest. But this is something which has many positives and no negatives. It is worth embracing.”
“Then I will make a deal with you Shai'jhur. Get that Alacan off my ship and I will help your ex lover.” Jha'dur spoke. “It is several hours of my life but worth it if I no longer have to deal with that overly eager little feline tripping over my heels.”
“Warmaster Dal'shan personally assigned her to me.”
“Yes, yes, he does like his little jokes.” Jha'dur exhaled. “Find a way and I'll help your friend after the war is over.”
“I'll see to it Warmaster.”
“Better go tell her before she leaves.” The Warmaster waved her away. “Go, catch her up, tell her it is for expanding the bounds of medicine.”
“I will Warmaster.”
“And take some of those cans, she forgot to pick them up.”
Jha'dur settled back in her seat as Shai'jhur made a hasty departure, Fei'nur opening a fifth can.
“She still likes the human. Seeing her again awakened something in her.”
“Is that why you arranged this meeting Warmaster?”
“In part. Shai'jhur is important to the future, we should have closer contact with Earth and of us all she is probably the one I'd choose as Ambassador.”
“If she takes a human mate it could enrage both sides.”
“Or display that we are not a race defined by hatred of aliens.” Jha'dur mused. “I thought the brain was the most complicated part of the body but it has nothing on the heart.”
“Sounds like a gamble.”
“It is. The entire point of this exercise is to tie us to humans on one side, and if we are careful the Minbari on the other. We're using different approaches but the end result is the same. Shai'jhur could be a huge asset when it comes to dealing with Earth, or she may enrage them. Right now I can't tell.”
The Warmaster exhaled.
“The future will tell, speculation isn't going to get us anywhere. When the humans leave we'll set course for the rest of the Strike Fleet and the bombardment ships coming in from Omelos. We must move quickly to ensure the element of surprise and prevent any interference.”
She grinned.
“And because I can't wait to see what happens next.”